Sundays Are For Sebastian—Father’s Day 2018

A few years ago, when I was working at a job that was not particularly fulfilling for a boss that was excruciatingly horrible at managing people, we had an office “retreat.” It was clear from the first minute that she was ordered to have the retreat and she was going to therefore make us all miserable. The goal of the eight-hour long torture chamber was to come up with a mission statement for the office.

Look out Steven Covey.

There were some “ice-breakers” that were designed to be interesting and fun (I will leave it up to your imagination what I thought about those). One of them involved a series of questions that were to provide insight into the different personalities in the room. They ranged from “What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?” to “What actor would play you in a movie?”

It really allowed us to peer into our souls. Or something like that.

There was one question, though, that I instantly knew how I would answer and why. The question was “What is your favorite picture of you?” Most people recalled a photo taken when they were young, when they looked particularly adorable.

Ahem.

Personally, I do not like having my picture taken at all. I am not exactly sure why, but I am not about to spend a small fortune to pay a therapist to help me understand. But there are two pictures that I really love. They are the first pictures taken right after my both of my sons were born. IMG_0017_1

That is a considerably younger (and thinner) me holding Nathan on March 26, 2003.

IMG_0005And that is a slightly older and a bit rounder me holding Sebastian (with Nathan peeking behind) on August 26, 2008.

There are few things that I have been certain of in my life, but I always knew that I wanted to be a father. I will likely never be selected as father of the year (I am pretty sure the president has that wrapped up), but I do know that these two not-so-little-anymore knuckleheads have brought me far greater joy than I ever could have imagined.

This is the first Father’s Day, however, that I will be without the two young men who have shaped my life over the last fifteen and a half years. They are away at summer camp without access to a phone or the internet (which I thought was a great idea for every day except this one).

So we will have to delay my absolute favorite breakfast of runny eggs and slightly burnt toast until next weekend, and I can hardly wait.

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. I am sure that you feel as lucky and as blessed as I do.

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About the drunken cyclist

I have been an occasional cycling tour guide in Europe for the past 20 years, visiting most of the wine regions of France. Through this "job" I developed a love for wine and the stories that often accompany the pulling of a cork. I live in Houston with my lovely wife and two wonderful sons.
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9 Responses to Sundays Are For Sebastian—Father’s Day 2018

  1. merrildsmith says:

    Such sweet photos. Happy Father’s Day.

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  2. Tom Riley says:

    Great piece, and I thank you for the laugh about the president* being father of the year. As for being not quite the lean, mean machine you once were, take solace in knowing that you are now a man of great substance. Happy Fathers’ Day!

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  3. A beautiful, heartwarming share!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Alexandra O'Gorman says:

    This is wonderful Jeff! Great photos too. The two hats on the boys are perfect. Cheers to you and your awesome life!

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